public park...perfect park?

I enjoy spending the greater portion of my lunch breaks and days off in a park here in the town of Banff. Today as do this, I recognize that I feel surprisingly relaxed and comfortable. It occurs to me that although I've done this same act numerous times before in my hometown, and elsewhere, I have never experienced such calm, both within myself and the space that surrounds me. I notice now that this particular park consistantly gives me these feelings, regardless of what company I hold. Maybe you could even say this park always gives me these feelings, to a certain extent anyway. You couldn't say, though, that every park has given me these feelings. In fact, some parks don't ignite these feelings to any extent at all. I guess the irony of most parks is that in practise they often fail to present the same whimsical and organic vibe they were built to. But how does this specific park manage to evoke serenity in a way most other parks could never come close to? Is it because the mountains replaced the megastructures? Would a person who holds similar prefences as myself enjoy this space to the same end? What features of this park am I most drawn to? And why?

If money and time meant nothing, I would devise a list of what spacial characteristics are most attractive and I would travel the world over looking for, and becoming familiar with, different areas that meet the criteria, one of which being modesty. To clarify, I mean modesty in terms of size and population. I would look for more intimate spaces where casual socializing with others is optional depending on one's mood and circumstances. Im thinking quaint bookstores, markets, eateries, gardens, cafes, squares, beaches, and of course, parks. I'd take an endless number of photos and then I'd write a book. I'd probably title it something obvious like Discovering Serenity and readers could create their own serenity by using my photos and words as imaginative fuel. I'd hope this would work in the same way sounds of tropical rains and crashing waves carry the listener from a noise polluted urban center to a jungle paradise. But as it turns out, money and time do mean something, and unfortunately I don't have enough of either to carry through with this novel idea. i do love this park though